Do you think your grandchild has enough toys, games, and trinkets?
Thursday, August 9, 2018
Thursday, July 26, 2018
I was going through family documents recently and came upon something that I forgot was there: a letter from Eleanor Roosevelt to my mother, dated February 18, 1961. It looks the way documents used to look when we all used manual typewriters - the individual letters of the alphabet display varying degrees of thickness. The note is signed in Mrs. Roosevelt's rather elegant hand with real ink (using a fountain pen, for sure). I'm touched by the humility in her wording "with renewed regrets and the hope that you will understand my position" regarding the fact that the former First Lady was not going to send a gift for my mother's church festival.
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
Mike and I rarely go to concerts, but we scored tickets to see The Pretenders last night. Anticipating the event, I was one excited lady. I loved their hits from 1979 - 1994 including "Brass in Pocket," "I'll Stand by You," "Chain Gang," and "Don't Get Me Wrong" - all ballads, basically. [Hint: this is foreshadowing. "Jaws" music plays.]
Monday, June 25, 2018
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
1958, City of Milwaukee, corner of Beckett and Glendale Avenues,
beside my house - I'm on the right.
My brother and my neighbor and I are sitting on a sewer cover, making mud pies.
Glendale Avenue is behind us, before the concrete went in.
How a book gets a start
I’m a writer and a nature nut. In 2013, with five books published, I realized that none of them were the book I really wanted to write.
I felt inspired to write a book about young people and nature. But where to start? . . . Fiction? . . . Nonfiction? . . . A combination of the two? I shared my conundrum with a nature-loving friend, Mike Larson, visitor services manager at the Urban Ecology Center (UEC).
He suggested, “Why don’t you come to Riverside? We’ll walk around and talk about your ideas.”
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
I hate frustration dreams.
I had a real champeen of a frustration dream last night.
I was in a huge warehouse-like place, trying to get a car wash. There was a long wait. . . and wait . . . and wait. I had a brand-new tiny black kitten in the car with me. I loved that kitten.
Finally I got my car washed, but they forgot to charge me. So I left my car to go give them my money, but got stuck in a line, where I waited. . . and waited. . . and waited.
I eventually gave up on ever getting the chance to pay, and I returned to my where I had left my car. My key worked but it was the wrong car. I talked to an attendant nearby, and he told me that he had moved my car.
Sure enough, I found my car. But the kitten was gone! Of course the man who moved the car didn't realize the kitten was inside.
I searched and quickly found the little black purring ball of fur. I was happy and I finally drove off.
What are frustrations dreams about? One I get from time to time is that I have to take a final exam in college but don't know what building the exam is being held in. They say a lot of people get those dreams, especially if they were conscientious students.
I don't know why I get them; all I know is that I hate them! . . . although I do laugh at them afterward.
I wonder about other people . . . does everyone have frustration dreams?
Gail Grenier is the author of Dog Woman, Don't Worry Baby, Dessert First, and Calling All Horses, all available at Amazon.com.